General Man: The Days Of My Youth Are Never Boring!

"How did you get along with them?"

After getting into the car, Minamoto immediately began to inquire.

"Although it's some young ladies, they all get along quite well."

"What is your impression of the young lady of the Four Palace Family?"

"I don't have any impression, you want to say that I am still familiar with Hayasaka," Speaking of this, Su Muyang suddenly paused, "Wait, what do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything else, it doesn't depend on you being almost this age."

"You still care more about the price trend of sunscreen oil on French beaches, there are too few things you need to worry about, do you want me to help you find the fierce people to hold a running race, and then go and let a red lizard come out to compete with you for the first place?" Su Muyang's mouth was like a machine gun, "Really, why didn't I see you as such a before."

"After all, the future is yours, and so is Senior Sister." Yuan Zhisheng didn't mind Su Muyang's sharp teeth.

"Then you don't need to worry about it," Su Muyang raised his head, "It's yourself, don't let the Yuan family have no successors." "

This is the truth, if you really want to say it, Su Muyang still feels that the shuangye is more fragrant.

"Adults don't care about children," Gennaku looked away, "Of course, going to the beach to sell sunscreen is interesting if you take your wife and children with you."

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

The expressionless Mr. Driver selectively ignored the conversation in the rear, and his feet strained slightly, so that Maybach galloped by the dark road like a gradually awakened lion.

——

The book says that it takes twenty-one days to develop a habit, but it only took Su Muyang two days to turn an act into an instinct.

As soon as the bell rang, he naturally rushed to the convenience store, then took a few bags of chocolate bread and two cartons of milk and went to the science department.

"Wh-"

The sound of pushing the door made Futaba's hand move slightly.

"Ahem, sorry, but I already thought that the door of the activity room should be repaired."

"How early?" Futaba glanced at him before turning his attention to coffee.

"Five seconds ago." Su Muyang closed the door, "Oh, your milk bread."

"I didn't ask you to buy it for me."

"That means I'm conscious," Su Muyang sat down on the side of the desk, "I think I may have developed a habit."

"It's terrible," Futaba took a sip of coffee, "I feel like I don't even want to drink coffee at the thought of being remembered by you."

"I don't mind helping you figure it out."

"But I refused."

"Then forget it."

Futaba took another beaker out from under his desk and placed it on an alcohol lamp ready to heat it.

"Add six sugar cubes for me, thank you."

"Sugar cubes don't."

"That spoonful of sugar will do."

"If you want, go to the convenience store and buy it yourself."

“...... All right. Su Muyang raised his hand and waved, "Coffee is easy to lose sleep when you drink this kind of thing, and once you consume more than 400 mg of caffeine at one time, it will cause your heart to beat faster, so let's drink tea next time."

Futaba didn't speak, just glanced at him faintly.

So Su Muyang raised his hand and surrendered: "Actually, I think the coffee is okay, after all, you made it."

"By the way, everything worked fine last night, right?"

"No problem, but Azusa seems a little strange."

"What?"

"He seems to have forgotten something, and he always suddenly becomes in a daze."

"In this way," Su Muyang reached out and pulled his hair back from the base of his forehead, "What do you think of the existence of ghosts?" "

What do you think?" Futaba didn't know why he suddenly changed the subject, "Did you daydream, or what idealistic masterpiece you read in the past two days?" "

Sure enough, I forgot.

Su Muyang only then recalled this nasty thing, but Sakita Azusakawa is a patient with "puberty syndrome", isn't it supposed to be very special, but despite this, he is also unable to remember those things.

He didn't care if he didn't have friends before, and at this moment, Su Muyang suddenly understood "blood mourning".

The important memories are only remembered by him, obviously because of the "life and death" is already a lifelong friendship, but the next day the other party is panicked by his enthusiasm because he forgot these experiences.

Damn Nibelungs.

He was a little discouraged in his heart, how could he suddenly ignore this stubble, so that he was so relieved and daring to joke with Futaba, now it seems...

I should be disgusted, right?

[Brother Su, don't panic, Futaba is actually very arrogant. ]

[If she really hates you, how could you drink this coffee.]

Su Muyang didn't expect that there would be someone to comfort himself on the barrage, he was not an indecisive person, and he actually had some feelings for this kind of thing at most.

Compared to Beowulf's original owner, his situation is far from "lonely".

[But this setting is also too much, I saved a life only one moment ago, but I turned my head and I didn't remember anything.] [

Brother Su is also too miserable.

"It's nothing, I'm still wondering if Azusa was ghosted." Su Muyang looked at Shuangye with a smile.

"How could it be, but he remembers all the important things, including puberty syndrome, and that night you helped him when he almost fell out of bed." Shuangye put the beaker on the table in front of Su Muyang, "I don't forget anything important."

"It makes sense, so I won't refute it."

Su Muyang lowered his head and took a sip of unsweetened coffee, and suddenly felt that this thing was not as bitter as he imagined, it seemed that he was indeed too prejudiced against it in the past.

"Don't talk about Azusa Chuan." Futaba opened the pocket of the chocolate bread, "I continued to think about your problem yesterday.

"It's an honor to be remembered by Futaba-san."

"I need to confirm first if you're really affected by puberty syndrome."

"How?"

"I listened to all the works you posted online yesterday, and I need you to reproduce them live."

Su Muyang roughly understood what she meant: "I understand, but I can't go home to get the instrument now." "

No," Futaba looked at the time, "the school has a music room, just go and borrow the key from Hiratsuka-sensei in the afternoon." "

Then listen to you."

Compared to an unknown person like Su Muyang, a talented girl like Liyang Futaba who has won various important awards at a young age is obviously more welcome.

"Now, do you want to go straight back to the classroom or have another drink?"

"Wash the beaker on your hand first."

"Of course."

The two walked out of the activity room one after another, and then passed through the atrium and returned to the classroom, although there was no communication along the way, and even Su Muyang deliberately lagged behind by half a step, but there was still the kind of "not a type of person does not enter a door" line of sight.

In a way, they are indeed the same kind of people.